She taught that beauty mastered,
always masters, and so began our new-making.
The diagram of love, explained.
The wisdom of tears, revealed.
The nothingness of childhood, restored.
And through the night
a bird, with no human motive, sings.
Translucent shadows dance unseen
across the slated roof.
Blood sweetness shivering
on my tongue, I can’t resist
swallowing.
shel cope
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mysterious-beginning-of-newness/
